What do you feel about religion?
I know we are not supposed to talk about this either
but I can’t help it.
(Real quick: the purpose of this post is not to offend but rather to detail my own personal journey ❤️)
So, I was raised Christian;
Baptist to be more specific.
I went to church, out of tradition.
I celebrated the holidays, without substance because I never knew why we celebrated them.
Sung on a choir.Took communion.Attended Watch Night Service.
I always had questions.
I have always been the inquisitive type.
But, when I would question the things I didn’t understand, this was not always well received.
So I started searching for myself.
What a journey this has been!
The thing about me, is that I’m not too afraid try something before I knock it.
You know, I like to be able to speak from experience.
Not always true though. Because I’m not eating no bugs on Fear Factor. I just can’t.
But anyways, some time after I began growing my locs, I thought I was a Rastafarian.
I read about the way of life and fell in love.
Ooo, this is the Jah I have been hearing about my whole life?
It all seemed to kind of work out.
I was already a pescatarian AND I had locs, so this must have been the path for me.
I was on the right track – because you know,
we HAVE to pick one.
I found me some real-life Rastas and they called me an Empress.
I felt good.
But then, like a curious child –
another level of religious consciousness crossed my path and I was in awe.
I had to know more about these pious women I saw out in the community:
praying.and giving back.and covering up for the sake of their Lord.
Somewhere along the way, I began to admire the religion of Islam.
This was one of the most beautiful times of my life.
The religion, is beautiful.
I met some of the most wonderful, most disciplined people ever during this time.
I stood in awe of their knowledge and dedication.
I appreciated the modesty.
I started reading.And fasting.And covering.
I fell in love with the reverence for Allah,
Wait. Hold up.
There’s more options?
I didn’t even know I had a birth number.
Did that astrology thing just read out my entire life?
Tip: Give people the room to live and experience WITHOUT judgment.
See, I’m not downplaying anyone’s way of life; their truth.
I embrace them.
I wish that I could experience more.
In my walk, I have met MANY dedicated individuals.
You know, those who know for sure that “their way” is the way to go and will defend it to their grave.
I love it!
I respect it even more.
As I grow in age, my understanding of how much of a child I really am becomes more vivid.
I understand that I am here for a purpose.
I understand that this purpose is predestined.
I have personally experienced speaking to:
and my words coming to life in front of my eyes.
I’m a Believer.
What not to do: Don’t judge someone’s spiritual walk. It’s not a good look.
When I say I will pray for you and send positive vibes –
– I mean it.
I’m sending them from the purest, most innocent place of my understanding.
I hope they find you well.
+ Ci Ci +